The 'IT' In 'Keeping IT Real' Lyrics & Songs

But brothers would it kill us to change?And chain ’em up in prison when it filled ’em with hate, cause ain’t a differenceIt’s pound for pound the literal weighStay down for nowIt’s crowns are minutes awayAnd hey, to each his image, with satan lickin his fangsBut sang bandstand freedom in it’s business of slavesWho paid Jay-Z and Mantan to give it away?Shit’ll take some new brand pants to get us to stayMake hasteTo the pinnacle, infinite, made of mineral clayToday we’re diamond, nickled, crippled out of critical rateA little wisdom with some rhythm to prayA place within em, livin grace as original as the middle of grayHis cynic cake and Antoinette with a tyrannical tasteFaith abandonedHow we wise if even famine obeys?Now we’re swimming with the salmon to calamity’s lakeWith granite feet, shaped from vanity and grammy speech "thanks"The late great planet EThe hand of greed squeezed, fannin these flamesNine to five will be the ant theme, but man, it’d be greatTime’s a lie, Yah’s alive, why’s it man that we praise?Anchor hands and canvas feetLike, damn if we sayStanding deep beneath the, deep between the span of these banksIt might take a Barbie chant to get the answer dj’ed

But man it might change us to stayStraight line ’em up and shoot ’em when they cued ’em for fameIt’s the same unnamed shooters, through the hoop with the flamesSaying truth is the rain, remain luminous and true to this or lose it in vainComputer Judas rather view it through the tube in his brainSupersized, eyes swollen open, two to a cageMother funded dungeons, running on punishment budgetsSomeone’s up to somethingGovern it, two to a plane for fame, sing it again, a cellScream it, a gain, a nameLosin it paid us wellKeep it the same and bangClaimin the realest realTo reel in your favorite slavePeeling the seal revealed for realHis name remains the purestSee the trees for the forestBorn to be the force of meteors or screamin it towards usThey’d sort us off in sectionsThere deception ignores usTo sort us to the new worldOr new world ordersFor motherfuckers that would maim us to preyAim and pay ’em off as senatorsThe predators baitFate inevites the snakeLike, whatevers your flavPay the rent for your presidentWe’re peasants or slavesWhich is better?Richest debtors get a whip whipped instead of a sayLet it fix itself, while dangling from venomous fangsYour name is sedimentThe bestest threats to get you to breakTo make the exodus from genocideThe letters we paint

But brothers would it kill us to change from vainjiggy, diddy, viddy what you give me to up jump the boogieBut man it might change us to stay the same shittygritty, cities hittin kiddies with fronts, stunts, and hoodiesSissies with a name and claim to famewoody looking goody, it’s all boogie to beat beat beatWith deceit seat seeded and conceit’s teeth gleaminthe truth gets diluted to me me me

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